even when the room is silent
an orchestra still plays in my head.
my thoughts never stop,
I worry about every little thing.
the anxieties are slowly drowning me.
the deeper I go,
the air gets thinner
and I can't breathe.
then I revive when I hear your soothing voice.
YOU ARE READING
blown away with the colors
Poetrycolors are all we see, all we feel. this is my first poetry book so some of them probably suck lol I hope you like it :) (completed✅)
